I remember when Wyoming was a place for rebels. Have you ever read any Louis L'Amour books? Watched any westerns? It was always the rugged cowboy on the plains who didn't follow anyone's rules, but took care of the people around him. It was independent women establishing their own homesteads because damn it, they had that strength. It was the really good people who didn't fit so well in the city. The glinty stare, the begrudging offer of hospitality, the people who did the right thing even if...